(Editor's Note: This was published in the Hellcat
News, page 11--Oct 1976

Joe Stankunas A/494th represented the 12th
Armored Division Assoc. at the Burial and Chapel Services for Major General
Carlos Brewer, (Retired) at Arlington Cemetery, Fort Myer, Virginia. Joe
was placed behind the widow in the Chapel, and to the grave site, and after
the presentation and taps were played presented to Mrs.. Brewer, a 12th
Armored Division Association Symbol, along with a spiritual bouquet in
memory of the deceased.

Major General Brewer will share the Spiritual
benefits of Twelve Requiem Masses celebrated at the Franciscan Basilica
of Saints Cosmas and Damian in the Holy City of Rome. This offering was
made in behalf of all the members of the 12th Armored Division Association.

Stankunas was in attendance with a 12th AD
symbol placed on his lapel which was very prominent, and those in attendance
as well as the family were pleased with his presence and was congratulated
by this wonderful gesture on the part of the 12th Armored Division Association.
Many people came over and offered personal handshakes, to your representative.

Chapel Services were held at the New Chapel,
a military Honor Guard was present, Gun Salute, Caprioned Horse -- which
is a riderless horse, with boots turned backwards--Caisson Band,
Escort Body Bearers, Firing Party, and Bugler.

All those who wish to express their sympathy
may do so by writing to Mrs. Carlos Brewer, 2671 Charing Road, Columbus,
Ohio 43221.

A Tribute to Major General Carlos Brewer
From The 12th Armored Division Association, Inc.Major General Carlos Brewer assumed command
of the 12th Armored Division on August 19, 1942, which was activated at
Camp Campbell, Kentucky, on September 2, 1942.

At Camp Campbell, the men of the 12th Armored
Division, under his direction, took their basic training, and exercise
problems, to prepare them for whatever would come their way.

Under his command, we became a more compact,
and better disciplined fighting unit, while he commanded us through the
Tennessee Maneuvers, from September into November of 1943.

In all above exercises, and problems, he was
always present to see that our training was carried out, and performed,
to the last detail, so that we be better qualified for what lay ahead of
us in combat.

Attending many of our Association Reunions,
his presence has always added more dignity to our festivities. his wife,
and he, honored us with their presence, last, in July, 1972, at the Dayton,
Ohio, Association Reunion.

We of the 12th Armored Division Association,
owe Major General Brewer, a great "Thanks," for our excellent combat training.

It was from this training, that we carried
further into civilian life, which enabled us to face, and overcome, the
obstacles in our daily life.

Warren E. Maue, A-17th, President

Eulogy
for Major General Carlos Brewer

Remarks
by Ted Brewer at Memorial Service for Major General Carlos Brewer on October,
1976 at Upper Arlington Church of Christ

Friends
and family, we are here, even in the midst of our strong grief and sadness,
to celebrate a beautiful life, a strong life which has left gorgeous and
irrevocable traces on our hearts.

I
would like to say a few words about my Dad.

He
was born in 1890 in Kentucky in a town called Golo. The story was that
the name of the town came from someone who said you couldn't go any lower
than Golo. It was a very humble beginning, but Dad's father was a very
hard working man, and some of his industry and ability were passed on to
my father, and his five sisters and brothers.

So
when he became of appropriate age, he wanted to go to West Point, which
he did. He did very well at West Point, where he was in the Class of 1913.
When he got out of West Point, they wanted him to come back as a mathematics
instructor. He like that, because he liked to teach other people--he like
to help other people, and he had an ability in mathematics and all creative
things. He taught math at West Point for five years. (During that time
some of us were born.)

His
interest in mathematics, and his creative spirit led him later on, when
he was at Ft. Sill, Oklahoma, to develop new techniques of artillery fire
control which were used to defend the United States in World War II.

In
fact, during that War, he trained and commanded the 12th Armored Division.
He served overseas as an artillery commander using some of the techniques
which he had developed.

I
can remember well in Pisa, Italy, where the war had ended in Europe and
he came down and we had a very happy reunion. This was followed by a reunion
in Heidelberg of my older brother and me and Dad.

Dad's
active military career ended, by his choice, in four years serving with
the ROTC at Ohio State University. He liked that service. He like the people
he met here. He like Columbus.

So
he decided, quite logically, to retire here. It was also very central to
the family, and he loved his family--loved to get together often.

But
he was not the kind of man to retire immediately, so he worked ten years
more with the Ohio State Research Foundation. Then, at last, he nominally
retired, but he still found time to help the less fortunate. He was always
thinking outside of himself. "Who is in greater need than I am? Whom can
I help?"

He
was young physically and mentally throughout his life--it was incredible.
I admired him. He regarded the body as the temple of the mind and spirit.
Mind and spirit meant alot to him, in a strong, healthy temple.

He
played polo in his youth. He played an excellent game of tennis. He could
always beat me at chess. Even up to his last months, he would win three
out of four games, only losing if he became bored. Whatever I know about
chess, I owe to him.

Just
a week ago Tuesday, the day before he died, I visited him in the hospital
and I told him that his granddaughter, Carolyn, had taken up chess. He
said, "Thant's wonderful. When I come home, I must send her a chess book
which she'll enjoy and learn alot from."

If
there was one word that I had to choose to describe Dad or distill his
essence, it would be fidelity--fidelity springing from a deep and abiding
love. Fidelity to his country, fidelity to his church, to his family, to
his friends. I don't think this fidelity ever wandered or deviated. It
was incredible to me.

Now,
I'd like to close by reading several things which I think you can almost
feel coming from his spirit. One of them deals with young and old, which
my wife, Gretchen, selected:

Young
Enough and Old Enough

I am
young enough to dread sorrowI
am young enough to have joys and sorrows--deep
longings, high dreams, and many, many problems--And
old enough to know there is a causefor
every joy, and a cure for every sorrow,a
solution for every problem, a fulfillment of every aspiration.

I
am young enough to love to playAnd
old enough to have learned thatmost
fun is having a hard task and seeing it through.

I
am yong enough to want to be good to look upon,and
old enough to know that truebeauty
is from within.

I'm
young enough to seek far and wide for truths,and
old enough to know that I mostoften
find them in being faithful to thetask
at hand.

I'm
young enough to learn the lesson,forget
the experience, and pass on to better
things.

I'm
young enough to dread sorrow, painand
misfortuneand
old enough to be grateful for theirchastening
and mellowing influence.

Torch

I am
heir to countless hosts before me,and
give my world to those to comeReasons
enough to be both proud and humbleto
glory in all whose lives touch minewith
immortal fireand
to feed the flame reverentlyto
pass it on, brighter yet, to future generations.